Jazz: And by the powers invested into me and for the republic in which it stands, I now pronounce you man and wife. Get busy.
Monique: Will, I'm so happy. I can't believe we did this.
Will: Me, neither. Come on, let's go, baby. [Jazz throws rice at the couple] Father, Father. Chill, all right? Look, baby, I'm I need to take care of the Reverend, all right?
Monique: Okay, honey, I'm going to go warm up the car. [kisses Will]
Jazz: Hey, hey, hey. This is God's crib. Take that in the street where it belongs.